an icy grip

 

  

 

 

 

“Instead of my world, there would soon be only ice, snow, stillness, death; no more violence, no war, no victims; nothing but frozen silence, absence of life."

 

Chilling words from the novel, 'Ice' by Anna Kavan. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the ice crystals cut my eyes in two

 

 

the ice-crystals

cut

my eyes in two

 

I looked from one

and I saw the surface veins

of the last leaves left

 

and I looked from the other

and I saw

the coal-black depth

of frozen water

 

 

 

melts

 

when those rocks

 

hit

 

hard

 

they free

 

three

 

thoughts

 

 

a frozen garden

 

floating in space

 

melts